I took Jason’s CD to listen, which was a gift from his foreign friend as birthday gift. However, it really was not my taste. After several songs later, I gave it back to him and still said to him, good! But he replied to me, Good only means you don’t understand that music. Shit, how can he say that! From then on good became one word for us to mock each other.

I think he knew that you didn't like it.